Slackjaw lived in the cellar
They let him grind the trash
Clumps of hair and puke and bones
Finds pictures of pretty girls
And hangs 'em on the wall
Likes people when he meets 'em
But he just as soon strangle 'em all
Slackjaw sleeps on the floor
Of the boiler room, all night long
They all had only one throat
That lives inside his head
Tells him things he shouldn't know
Things are better left unsaid
Trash smasher, rat catcher
Sometimes he screams all night
Hey, Slackjaw, hey, hey [unverified]